Keeping Our Heads Above Water - Chapter 12

January 14, 2016

This past Monday as I walked into 89 Eagle Cove.....we now refer to it as 89 Eagle Cove cause it doesn't even remotely resemble our once peaceful "home".....I was met with grim contractor faces staring back at me.  

There was that 3-second moment when I simply wanted to turn around, get back in the Jeep, drive to the nearest dentist and have every tooth in my head pulled.  Cause I'd rather do that than hear the news that was written all over their faces.

I was escorted into the master bathroom where I saw the bathroom sub-floor had been pulled up to show non-pressure-treated floor joists and beams that had rotted.  The builder who originally built our house (whose initials are CC and fortunately hit the road to Kerrville years before I could give him a good swift kick in the you-know-what) had used inferior wood to build the foundation of our house, we discovered.  The foundation.  The most important part of a house.

We aren't the first owners of 89 Eagle Cove.  We are the second.  We purchased it 14 years ago from a nice couple who had hired CC to build their dream house on the lake.  Fortunately for them, they sold it to us before any of CC's shoddy foundation work started rearing its ugly head.

So......as I stood in the doorway of our once beautiful master bathroom, I heard myself asking out loud, "What are we going to do?" as I wiped the tears spilling out the corners of my eyes.  Kevin, the contractor, who was standing in the pits of hell otherwise known as "the underside of our house", pulled himself up into the house and said, "We're going to PRAY about this is what we're going to do!!"  (What contractor does that??) He grabbed his two co-workers, my friend Terri and myself and huddled up and prayed his heart out over 89 Eagle Cove.....over Chuck and I....he prayed PEACE and strength into us in the difficult and expensive weeks and months we have ahead of us.

Contractors Kevin, Laurie and friend, Liz Hurt

And strength came.  It came in the form of a woman named Liz Hurt......noooo....not Murphy's Mom "Liz" who is "hurt" right now by Realtors who lie and builders who couldn't tie their shoe much less build a house......but by my dear friend, Liz Hurt.  I looked up and there she was...almost out of nowhere...standing in what's left of my kitchen pouring PEACE, comfort and strength straight into my aching soul.

My Face is shining upon you, Liz, beaming out PEACE that transcends your understanding. 

You are surrounded by a sea of problems, but you are face to Face with Me, your PEACE.

The closer you live to Me, the safer you are.  

Circumstances around you are undulating, 

and there are treacherous-looking waves in the distance.  

Fix your eyes on Me, Liz, the One who never changes.

I am always beside you, helping you face today's waves.

"Jesus Calling, January 15"